We drove back along the cliffs, which was less scary than before and I was actually able to take in some beautiful sights. Finally stopped for supplies in a supermarket which I was delighted to see not only sold plenty of food but also wine! I selected a nice red and headed to the checkout. Unfortunately we had happend upon a supermarket right next to a college with a manager that prided herself on busting underage drinkers - no problem for a 27-year-old right?? WRONG! Upon seeing our out of state licenses the cashier rushed off to her master to have them examined. We waited and waited, making small talk with the bagging girl, who explained they were extra strict bc of the campus being so close. The cashier finally came back shaking her head, saying that Jon's ID was fine but mine was not going to be accepted as real. I laughed because this was absurd, but then she took my wine off the belt and continued checking us out without it. WHAT?!??!?! I will get my passport would that be accepted I scoffed half joking – and she said sure

. So off I went in the baking heat, into the RV, into my suitcase, into my super secret hiding spot and grasped my American Passport – thank god I hadn’t brought my English one which no doubt would have been deemed a fake also – victory was mine, I left with my red wine!

Pismo Beach was really pretty, we followed a trail from our campsite to the dunes and beach. Slightly unnerving was a large sign at the beginning of the path stating that mountain lions frequented the dunes and to stay out of them during dawn and dusk since that was their prime hunting times. It also suggested making a lot of noise as you walked and carrying your small children – I wondered if Jon could actually carry me? But thought better of it and instead made up a song to sing which goes like this "We’re not food we’re friends! We’re not food we’re friends! We’re not food we’re not food, we’re not food we’re friends!" At first I sung it quietly but as the bushy path closed in on us it was very hard to see beyond a foot and the real possibility of something stalking us from behind the brush made our nerves kick in and our song grew considerably louder. On the safety of the open beach we took a long walk and I spotted some very interesting trucks hauling ATVs for rent along the sand – ahh haaa I wanted a go on one! We followed one to their store front and eagerly went inside to find out what it was all about. They suggested we go tomorrow morning, so we sat down on the sand making plans for the morning and tomorrow’s drive. We considered watching the sun set on the beach but quickly decided we didn’t fancy our chances of surviving “hunting time” and started to make our way back through the dunes. For dinner I made my “famous abi burgers” with onions – it was delicious. Next stop LA : )